#professor!ryan

UHhH it’s been a while since I’ve gone hard but dis bitch ain’t goin’ home (warning: dirty talk and name calling but it’s probably all terrible coz it’s been some time)

He can’t take it anymore. Ryan had officially snapped and become the worlds most unprofessional professor. It’s just- Shane’s such a fucking tease and Ryan needs to have him. He needs to put him in his place and make him understand who owns who. Ryan may not be that much older then his student, but he knows for a fact that he’s far more experienced. It’s the third time in two weeks that Ryan’s kept Shane back after class, and he decides that this is it. He’s going to do it.

Shane locks the door out of habit because he never knows what his professor is going to pull. It could be a lecture, it could genuine help on assignments or Shane really had pushed the other man to his limit. When Shane’s bent over the desk his figures the last guess is correct. “So fuckin tired of you walking around acting so smug,” Ryan growls as he runs a hand over Shane’s ass through his jeans. “And what do you suppose I do about it, sir?” Shane asks cheekily, wanting to encourage Ryan. He had been waiting so long for this moment.

“I think you should keep your mouth shut, you little brat. I know that might be hard for you considering you seem to mouth off a lot, but I’m sure I can fuck you into being speechless.” Ryan follows his speech by reaching over and unbuttoning Shane’s pants, tugging them down his thighs to expose his ass. “Do you remember our safe-word? And all the rules we discussed?” Ryan quizzes, and Shane nods enthusiastically. They had talked about this before, but never actually had sex.

“I’m glad you listened to something I said, sweetheart. That’ll be a first.” After shoving his fingers in Shane’s mouth to suck, Ryan’s fingers dance along his student’s inner thigh. He eventually makes his way to Shane’s hole and slides a finger inside of him. “Did you stretch yourself for me last night? Were you thinking of me when you took a shower? Did it get too much and you just couldn’t help yourself?” Ryan grins when Shane moans in reply, “thought so, slut.” He adds another finger and scissors Shane open.

When he’s satisfied with his work, Ryan removes his fingers and strips himself. He rubs the tip of his cock between Shane’s asscheeks teasingly before sliding on a condom. “Next time I’m gonna fill you with my cum, mm? Then you’ll have to walk around and sit in class all day knowing that I own you in every way.” Shane’s speechless, caught between moaning and whining as he sways his hips. Ryan slams a hand against his ass possessively, gripping the skin as he slides into Shane slowly.

Ryan’s fucking ruthless with his thrusts, picking up a fast pace that’s going to leave bruises on Shane’s hips. He growls and moans and the sound of skin against skin is so violent and filthy that Shane flushes. Ryan was right, Shane had never had someone so experienced before and he was slowly putting the younger man through literal heaven. He made a point to fuck into Shane’s prostate, abusing the sensitive area until Shane’s legs gave out and he came. Ryan’s impressed that he doesn’t even have to touch Shane’s cock for him to cum, but knows it’s because of his younger age and hormones.

Daddy!ryan is a thing that makes my eyes wet and my vagina wetter… PEACE

After the initial embarrassment of having a student flirt with him, Ryan learns he has no self-control. Any normal professor would report it or at the very least ignore it, and what does Ryan go and do? He makes it into a subtle little competition, god fucking dammit. He does little things to try mess with Shane in a way that’s not obvious to other people, like wearing dress shirts that are extra tight around his chest and arms. He makes sure to flex harder when he’s writing on the board and even lifts his arms so his back peeks out a little.

Shane sees his tactics and bites back just as hard, constantly asking questions that have innuendos within them. Ryan decides that if his student is going to be such a brat, then he’s going to go the extra mile. Shane puts his hand up and Ryan ensures that he leans over the boy’s shoulder to see his screen. His firm chest is pressed against Shane’s back as he nods his head and strategically places his arms either side of Shane to reach the keyboard.

Laughs from afar: in his head… or in his pants ;-)

If this is what rockbottom is like, then Shane has hit it. Waking up hungover and deciding ‘fuck it, let’s flirt with a professor’ is probably not his greatest idea. What’s he got to lose? His dignity? He lost that when he threw up on Ryan’s shoes while he was walking him home drunk. Plus, Shane’s sure Ryan had almost called him baby- well, he’d like to hope so. Logic is thrown out the window whenever Shane sees his professor from this point onwards, he decides.

If there’s one thing Shane’s good at, it’s flirting. It starts with a, “Oh, hey Sir! Thanks for walking me home last night, it’s a shame you didn’t stay!” Ryan finds that odd, but just smiles and nods before continuing about his day. In class Shane will ask for help in an unconventional manner. “Do you understand what this question means? It almost seems like it’s implying that the professor fucked his student, but that can’t be right, can it?” Ryan stammers through an answer.

Shane will take any opportunity to make some type of sexual comment to his professor, and even makes a point to suck on pens during class. “Lookin’ good today, sir. Those jeans do great things for you.”It gets to the point where Ryan can barely look at his student without flushing or stumbling over his words. Shane was fucking with his mind, and he had to resolve the issue fast. “Shane, stay after class, please,” Ryan demands one day when the lesson ends. People leave the room until it’s just the two of them. “So what’s up with you, Shane? You’ve been acting weird lately.”